*knock knock*

I entered my professor's office, taking my time to turn the door handle and letting it click behind me.

His office was what I had expected: small, warm, littered with an organized mess of papers and books. He looked up right away, and I could see surprise registered in his eyes which melted into a warm smile.

"Well, I believe this is the first time I've seen you in my office. Welcome, uh-

"Candace" I said, taking his hand in mine, feeling electricity where our skin made contact.

I shrugged off my backpack and coat, sitting down next to him. I felt giddy and a bit out of my head, like I was a character in a romance mystery. The skyline of New York City was visible through his window and the sun was expending its last bit of light on this side of the world as it set for the day.

The only lighting in the office came from the lamps in his office, which gave off a warm, sexy atmosphere.

What my professor didn't know was that I wasn't here to ask any history questions. I was here because I've exchanged enough sly eye contact with my professor during past lectures to know that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

He was handsome in an unconventional way. I wouldn't see him randomly on the street and be drawn to him, but in class..I couldn't think of a more perfect man. He was an older man with a head full of salt and peppered hair. Tanned, with dark eyebrows and intelligent eyes. His voice was confident and deep and incredibly sexy to me.

He spoke with purpose, and taught with expertise and humor. He was charming, and kind, and a brilliant educator. He was also divorced.

When I realized we were both covertly admiring each other in class, I began to play games with him with my eyes. Glancing at him through my lashes and biting the tip of my pen seductively which made him briefly stutter over his words and blush so slightly it was barely noticeable.

And now, sitting so closely to him in his book filled, dimly lit office way above the bustling streets of New York, my emotions had reached an apex. I felt like we were the only two people on earth.

I crossed my legs and shifted in my seat, moving closer to him.

"So Candace, what can I help you with?" my professor asked, smiling at me. His eyes dropped to my lips for a second, flickering away as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Well I was thinking about your anecdote from last class, you know the one about the economic disadvantages brought on from the Talico Dam situation and was wondering if you could go through those again? I was completely bullshitting him. I remembered everything he spoke about in that class. I always listened to every word he said; I just wanted to be..close to him.

As he spoke, I searched his handsome face with my eyes, letting his deep voice soak into me and bubble inside. Without thinking, I placed my hand on his left knee and rubbed a small circle. His speech tapered off and he looked down, but not in surprise. He placed his hand over mine and smirked, staring into my eyes. Now or never.

I held his face and pressed my lips to his, tasting brandy and a trace of menthol. My fingertips brushed against his stubble as he pulled me closer to him, kissing me hard. I didn't want to stop and think about what was happening..I just wanted it to happen with no interruptions.

The bottom of my chair scuffed as I got up and climbed onto his lap, letting him wrap his arms around me. I grabbed some of his hair, breathing in his delicious scent as our kissing grew deeper and needier..hotter. I wanted him to fuck me hard and with no mercy right here on his desk.

As if he read my mind, he picked me up with ease and haphazardly cleared his desk space, laying me down on it. He yanked his shirt off and leaned down on me, kissing my neck as he unbuttoned my shirt. I spread my legs, needing him so badly. I couldn't suppress a moan and squeezed my bare breasts as my professor undid his pants.

"God you're beautiful. You drive me crazy Candace. It's so hard to take my eyes off you in class."

"And now I'm here underneath you. You don't know how much I want you."

We kissed again, and I wrapped my legs around him after he slid down my panties. I could barely contain my horniness. I just wanted him to fuck me now.

He held my thighs and pushed a hard, thick cock into my soaked pussy, groaning deeply as he entered me.

I breathed heavily and moaned as he took his time with me, burying his cock deep inside me at a deliciously slow pace. He felt so good inside me it nearly brought tears to my eyes, and I clung onto his arms, begging him to fuck me harder.

"Oh god Candace, I haven't felt this good in a long time" he whispered, kissing my face as he gripped the table and pounded into me. It felt like the whole office was shaking. The sex was hot and heavy and deep. He was mature and knew what he was doing, but I was young and lithe, easily wearing him down.

He was pounding me right where I needed it, and all at once brought me to an incredible climax, making me cry out in ecstasy. His thrusts grew harder and faster until he too achieved orgasm, moaning as he pulled me onto his chest on the desk.

Our sweaty bodies were tangled together, and the small, intimate room was silent apart from our heavy breathing.

A million thoughts could have been flying through my mind. But one thing I was certain of was my desire to do this again and again and again.